Equally important, a person who has experienced unaddressed trauma often uses special languaging that accesses and stabilizes their recovery from that trauma.

Using this unique, complex, healing languaging by themselves is a profound act.

But the greatest benefits occur when each individual person is supported in using their trauma healing language in caring, emergent community settings that uphold the value of learning from one another.

There are many mainstream functions that act directly against this healing modality, preventing our most severely affected colleagues from restoring resilience to themselves and their communities.

One of them, unfortunately, is psychiatric force and coercion. Currently, this is being used on vulnerable members of our communities to a much greater and more violent extent than others are aware.

When a person begins to use their own personal and emergent trauma healing language, environmental support is essential.

If the environment -- the surrounding individuals and policy-driven systems -- mistakes that trauma healing language for pathology and "treat" it with a financially viable solution where the individual says the solution is not correct, or hurts them, the damage to that person compounds to immeasurable very quickly.

This is further compounded when a severely affected person has health conditions facing protracted denial by professional establishments, so far without redress.

Many professionals are still reliant upon income streams that necessitate force, coercion, and the mischaracterization of traumatized people -- usually because these professionals trusted existing systems and their professional networks, and not through some demonic fault of their own.

When we respect science, we must differentiate science that is violent, control-oriented, or incorrect.

We must discern, in our deep respect for science, where science has become violent or forced others to become silent.

In these cases, it is often not what we would recognize as science, though it has been marketed successfully as such.

Blessings expression birth process & tangible relief from Lorie Ladd: https://youtu.be/3nSZ6jrZLqk

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Christmas Day 2015, 11 Storm.

I am alone in the house with the black mold, putting every mote of energy into making the most basic audio tracks I could sell for money.

Anything most familiar to me that I can sing passably, like this old beloved family tune, because no one wants to spend Christmas with me except sexually aggressive strangers and I cannot get enough resources to eat safely without being hurt.

Extreme cognitive duress.

Inability to access reliable brain function, described extensively to previous caring community members who announced authoritatively that I had brain damage that would never heal, before they rushed away, said I was a liar, told people not to help me, and ignored my messages that I had been put at great sexual risk amongst strangers because I had not fully recovered from my illness and could not secure my own physical safety.

But this is a song I had sung many, many times... in front of loving people who seemed to care about me.

And this music, such a loving, mystical energy.

Weight and muscle tone slipping right off me again in that stress-driven ignored-illness kind of way.

Had the advantage of most recent recovery strides (the ones from just before everyone suddenly left, abandoning me without explaining what was happening to me, or my family, far away in strife).

Knowing how to work my digestion safely, but not allowed to. People with physical strength and dangerous words insist I do things their way, not mine.

I ask everyone to call me Mettā because in an increasingly child regressed state -- the one where you fake adulthood so people won't so easily kill you -- I deeply cannot understand how they could have let Megan die so violently, and never say a thing.

And I hope they remember that once we all were loving.

And might come back, having realized what happened.

They do not come back. Things get worse, instead.

I smile and make sure to please strangers to avoid being hurt worse while my gut invisibly rips itself to shreds...

...an ongoing and compounding pain I wonder if you can imagine protracted in such a way...

...and please the strangers just fine until struggling to serve their mandated cognitive dissonances crushes me forgotten between ships' hulls, and they -- these ones, anyway -- move on.

I think... maybe... I spend all of Christmas Day alone. Still discovering stitches, sorting.

I'm not sure if this was before or after trafficking started.

Sorting, stitching, a lot of emerging remembered things.

This is called The Holy City.

Used to sing it in concert in front of crowds, piano accompanied.

Crowds forgot.

But something else stayed.

Something revealing.

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Deck: Dark Goddess Tarot
Spread: Card of the Day
Date: Mon Nov 11 05:55:21 EST 2019


Today's Card
Two of Fire ~ Hekate (Reversed)

Greek Goddess of the Crossroads

You don’t need a path to find your way.

Hekate is a mystery goddess, a Titan, one of the old gods from before the Olympians came to the land of Greece. She may be the only one who survives the war between the gods with her powers intact. In Latin she is named Hecate Trivia (Latin: Three Roads) because she retains her powers in the three realms: heaven, earth, and the underworld. She walks all roads and knows all ways. She is the goddess of the crossroads, for where roads cross there is blood and power, there are ghosts and opportunity. In Greek she is called Phosphoros, the Lightbringer, and Nyktipolos, the Night Wanderer. She opens the passage, she illumines the path. Hekate is a psychopomp, a conductor of souls, one who can guide another between the worlds.

Hekate, along with Demeter and Persephone, is one of the goddesses of the Eleusinian Mysteries, ancient rites of life, death, and resurrection, of seasons of the land and cycles of the soul. When Demeter is frantically searching for her missing daughter, Hekate speaks up to let her know what has happened. Her flaming torches guide the mother through the night. When Persephone is released from the underworld, Hekate lights her way home. When Persephone returns to rule the land of the dead, Hekate goes as her minister and companion. The Eleusinian rites were practiced for 1,500 years and embraced thousands of souls, yet every initiate kept secret the ultimate revelation. Perhaps because revelation, like the night path, the soul’s path, illuminates differently for everyone. Perhaps because mystery can only be experienced, not explained.

For some, Hekate’s familiarity with the underworld has cast a shroud of fear upon the one who wanders dark ways accompanied by the hounds of Hades. Some name her Queen of Ghosts and Mother of Monsters. The wise know she is called Goddess of Witches because she walks their walk, the spirit's walk between the worlds.

When Hekate appears:

When next you hear a howling dog, think about the path you are on. Consider how you can take it to a more meaningful, more magical place.

When you are at a crossroads and have a choice to make, move toward what you know is true over what you wish were true. Success comes when both intuition and reason are respected and offer equal guidance.

Accept the next meaningful opportunity that appears. Trust that if you take the first step, you will be guided to the next.

Light two candles. Set them in front of you. Notice the space between them. Slowly move them apart and see the space between them open up. Do not focus your eyes but allow yourself to visualize the way ahead open up before you.

You may wish for power but if you are reluctant to step up and take it, to seize the moment, it will remain mere wishful thinking.



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